Roswell Fanatics

Title: Touched by death
Author: Bloody Crow
Couple: None
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell; I'm just using the concepts to write for my own enjoyment.

Summary: Death, a very misunderstood entity, is not grim.

Author's note: This story is made of two parts, and it will stand as the prologue to other fanfics I'm planning to write. My personification of Death is a combination of Death in Discworld Series, Andrew in Touched by An Angel, Death in "Sandman" and my own imagination. Of Course the rights for those characters are to the authors, but Death in this story is my character.

"Damn! I hate it when that happens." It swung his scythe in frustration. Its new guest, in contrast, was oddly calm. Alex welcomed this sudden tranquility. Only a moment ago, he was full of fear, but now it's gone. "Though, I'm glad your ordeal is finally over, my friend."

It stepped closer to Alex and put his right hand in his shoulder.

"I will give something that is rightfully yours..... Back to you."

"You mindwarped me! You used me!" He is angry, furious. No, that's an understatement. Alex feels like he is about to explode. Confusion, Anger, Frustration and anguish are boiling inside him. How could this happen to him? What has he done to deserve this? Used as some sort of electric appliance, a machine that exists only for its usefulness?

“That backstabbing half alien bitch! How dare she do this to me?!”

Overwhelmed with realization and sudden clarity of memory, He roared.
Then..... Then it hit him, like a bucket of ice water to the face.

“She tried to… erase me again… Cover it up.... I fought, but it was unbearable…. I… I died!!!”
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“I’m dead… I am.”…. He mumbled, trying to understand the situation.

"Don’t try to understand it, just accept it. All would be better if you do."

Death….. Alex saw it now and realized who, or what the voice belonged to. In front him stood a tall, hooded figure, wearing a robe and holding a scythe. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure the next word.

“Hello, Mr. Reaper.” To his surprise, the hooded figure shook his head warily.

"Mortals…." It muttered.

"I believe I deserve more respect than they give." Alex felt uncomfortable. He didn’t expect to meet some legendary figure not to mention the personified death in his Ah…. after…. existence.

“Ah, Sir, may I ask you a question?”

"Anything." He thought he heard a brief, playful chuckle escaping with words. “Are you sure that you got the right Alex? My name is pretty common you know…. Or am I really….”.He couldn’t dare to finish it.

"Well, you are with me. I believe that answers the question."

He knew it, but the truth broke him anyway. Alex sobbed out “I am innocent….. I don’t deserve this…. I’m too young to die!

"You are innocent….. You were too young to die… Why else would you be with me?"

Death encircled the tormented spirit in his arms.

"Come, my special guest. We have much to discuss."

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Alex recognized the place. “My room?”

"Yes. the place you’d feel pretty comfortable to chat, I hope."

He turned around to find Death sitting on his bed holding the scythe close to the chest. “You want to talk?’ "Yes." “But what is there to talk about, If you are Death, you already have me, my soul….. What more do you want from me?” Death rubbed his finger impatiently against the handle of the scythe.

"You still misunderstand me? I’m not here to take anything from you…. I’m here to keep you company, and to make an offer to you…a very special one at that."

“An offer?” Still sensing playfulness in Death, Alex realized that his afterlife was not going to be uneventful after all

To be continued …..


Author’s note:

I have never finished a story I wanted to write before, but I think this one will go very well. I promised myself I’m not going to make it go to dead and buried board.

Part 2

“The only offer I’d like is that you will resurrect me.” Alex spoke with defiance “Impossible.” Death answered with unshakable finality.

“I’m Death. I’m not all powerful as you, and many mortals believe me to be, what you ask of me is simply beyond my reach.

Alex walked, or rather floated – he didn’t know how he could do that - on to the bed and sit beside the death. “Why is that?”

“Because I’m the ultimate truth, the truth that can never be denied.” Death pointed a bony finger at itself.

“And because there are other entities that can oppose me if I try to resurrect someone, Mother Nature, Father Time, and the Devil. They all are interested in Alien matter and they’d all come after me if I break the rule that is my essence.”

Alex knew Death spoke the truth. “Well, I suppose a dead man truly has all the time in the world, and it’s an honor to meet someone like you.” Death put his arms down and eyed Alex. “What do you have to tell me? What do you want to offer?”

“I have been watching you for some time, even long before you came to me” “Well, I’m flattered, Sir,” “No I’m not flattering you, you and your friends…… truly I find you fascinating.” “For someone who has to take numerous people to after existence everyday, you sure have a lot of free time at your hand.”

Death burst out a heartily laughter, which sounded surprisingly warm.“A supernatural entity, Alex, can be at many places at the same time. Being ever present where you want to be….." “Wow…..cool.” Came Alex‘s astonishing reply. Death waved the scythe in the air. “There is something I want to show you.”

An hourglass appeared in Alex hand. “What is this?” “Your life timer.” Alex eyed it and looked back at the Death suspiciously. “This isn’t even half empty, and I’m dead!”

Your life timer only represents your natural lifespan.” “My natural lifespan?” “The one you should have had if you weren’t killed by Tess’s mindwarp.” “So, I wasn’t destined to die after all? What a bitter irony.” Alex remarked cynically. “Why do you say that?”

Alex swung his arms widely in irritation “Why? I died because of destiny! That blue eyed bitch used me as a translator for that stupid DESTINY BOOK! I died for another to fulfill one’s destiny and you say that I had my own destiny to live? What a twisted cruel joke!” Death shook his head showing his pity. “You have chosen this yourself. The moment you got into the I know an Alien club, you took the risk of being killed.”

The surprising coldness in Death’s voice took the young soul off guard and Alex eyed the entity with fear. “As the enforcer of the ultimate rule and the natural order,” Death continued curtly. “I find the existence of Alien Hybrids fascinating, but also problematic.” Bony fingers gripped the scythe in irritation and anger. “Do you know how many unnatural deaths this event caused? How many were killed for pleasure, not for self-defense?” Death waved his hand and Alex saw the face of Nassado, Shapeshifter.

“They called him a protector, but this insolent one was no such thing.” Death’s face turned to Alex. “He also let you die, in a way, by twisting and warping Tess." “I suppose.” “They say the dead can do nothing, both Antarians and Earthlings believe that, but……” Alex sensed playfulness underneath the Death’s stern demeanor. “I’m going to prove them wrong…. Through you.” “Though me.” “Yes, I know some interesting ways that you can have your share of fun even in the grave.”

Death stood up and lifted the scythe high. “Alex Whiteman, as the Lord of the Dead in the purgatory and the harvester of all the souls on the Earth, I will send you to the land of the living not as a living one, but a spirit that seeks peace. You will be under my protection, so no harm can be done to you by any mortals alive, no magic nor power will harm you, no prison will stop you getting in or getting out.” Then the entity stopped.

“Do you accept my offer, to return you to Roswell as a ghost?

“What’s the catch?” Alex inquired. “You will see once you get there. I don’t want to spoil the surprise." “Okay, Then send me back as a ghost.” “Before you go, answer this, have you ever met real King Zan of Antar face to face?” “No, I haven’t.” “Then this will be even more interesting for both you and me.” Death swung his scythe twice and Alex disappeared.

Author’s note: I know… I know this is bad, but understand that I don’t have much experience in fanfiction or creative writing. Be gentle, please and feedback. I’ll start posting my first crossover story in crossover board soon.